As you continue to probe deeply into Hermione's young ass with her tongue, she remains seated upon your face, burying you beneath her butt cheeks. She lifts her feet off the floor and rests them upon you, ensuring that you are trapped beneath her full weight.
Whilst Hermione is herself, a first year student, she is one of the oldest girls in her year, and she is stronger than you are. Her weight, focused priaarily on your face, would be enough to cause you serious concerns if you were able to think clearly, but your mind is occupied merely with following her instructions and licking her ass as deeply as possible. You are therefore hardly aware of the fact that she is also sitting on you.
You also seem oblivious to the fact that Hermione has sealed your airway under her butt cheeks; you can't breathe at all. Your breath was cut off the moment she sat down on your face. You do not think of such matters though, you don't think of anything, you merely continue to probe her depths with your tongue.
As time passes, your need to breathe starts to become more significant, even if you are nto aware of it. Your lungs cry out for oxygen, but there is no room for air to pass under Hermione's ass cheeks. Your face is turning red. Your body is reacting to the need for air, even if you are not aware of it.
Hermione looks down at your reddening face and laughts. "Don't worry about breating Harry, just keep working your tongue."
She straightens her skirt, hiding your face from view beneath her.
An so you don't think about your desperate need to breathe, the fact that you could die under Hermione if she sits for long enough.
You do not notice the growing pain in your chest, and in your lungs. You keep trying to work your tongue, but by now your movements are starting to slow as your oxygen-starved body struggles to function.
"Keep going, Harry. Lick faster, deeper" she instructs you, but she knews that you are on the verge of passing out. Still, she continues to sit upon your face, smothering you.
You try to comply but it is such a struggle to move your tongue now. You try desperately to follow her orders as lights flash before your eyes.
Then silence, and darkness.
Your tongue has stopped, you have faded into unconsciousness.
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